Sun

Edith Södergran: The Shadow of the Future

I am blissful.

Bold morning sun, shine into my face, touch my brow.

No, you already hear my proud answer.

The arrogance of my heart increases with every orbit of the sun.

It is as if I held the sphere of the sun in my hands,

only to crush it.

It is as if I visited the Earth by accident, fleeting, light,

to wake it with a shower of mockery.

Oh you most arrogant among hearts, stretch out your arms towards the sun,

fall on your knees and let the sun, the sun fill your chest.